Lovely. Be alive. Feed me music.
When I was a kid I’d always run to the mailbox in hope of a letter or cool magazine.
How as an adult I stick my hands in with my eye squinted hoping it’s empty.
How things can change.
I have realized over the past few years that patience is the hardest thing to master, but the most valuable.
At this point in my life I have two very clear lists. Things I completely understand, and things I don’t understand at all.